– You may not find this story erotic. However, i am only building it up, so that the excitement may last a while.– The story continues from part 9...�� All characters involved in this story are fictional and bear no resemblance to anyone dead or living.Mother and I – Part 10From the diary of Prashant Sharma……..This is the diary to chronicle events which took place in the last 43 years of my life.This the year 2011, month of February and am 64 years old. Presently, I am sitting at my desk in my posh. I have grown lonely over the years and I find that I long for companionship. Of course I wish the circumstances had been a little different and that you had not been forced to join me here." Amy gave Sam a huge smile and then asked, "So does this place meet with your approval?" You know it is far more than I would ever have expected. Where will I fit in here? Am I to be a maid and clean this place, I mean what will I do? Surely you don't clean and maintain this place by yourself. I obviously. "I answer, "So?" So, if you make us look dumb again, I am going to crush you."I wave him off.He says, "I can, like this." He snaps his fingers.I quietly say, "This isn't high school, dumb ass. You try shit like thathere, you will end up in prison. Just chill out." God you're old. No one says that. Oh, if you think you have a chancewith Chloe, forget it. I call dibs on that sweet ass." That isn't how it works, ever."After the class, professor Longfield motions me up. "What's yourbackground,. "The poor Fishburns," Lydia said. "He fell and hurt himself, although thank heavens he didn't break a hip. But he needs a walker for the moment, and when her arthritis acts up, she can barely hold a cup of water. Come with me, girls, and help me take them some leftovers, will you?" "Sure, Mom," said Connie. She grabbed the opportunity to postpone talking to Simon. It was silly, she knew, but her nerves were getting the better of her. The women packed some turkey and side dishes into some.